I stood there taking in the sights and sounds: the water as it gently
lapped the bank, the playful twitter of what I could only assume were
birds of some sort as I couldn't see anything through the dense foliage,
the tall - monstrously tall - trees, thick with leaves of deep green, gold, red, orange, and purple (I swear - purple leaves!).
How had he done that? How had Mr. Throgmorgenson transported me here?
This island shouldn't exist anymore. The Naterans took care of that
hundreds of years ago, and yet here I am. I'm not complaining. I mean,
this is amazing. Awesome. I scanned the landscape, but it was impossible
to see anything through the pack of trees that stood at attention like a
massive army. The center of the island could be mountains, or valleys, a
huge crater, or maybe marshes, it could be forest all the way through
to the other side. There was only one way to find out. I headed inland,
but just as I began to walk, enjoying the peace and the time to think, I
heard the scream. It stopped me cold in my tracks. "Sam?" I whispered and began to run in the direction of that blood-curdling sound.
I stormed down the hall and slammed the door. I’d had enough! Dumping my books out of my backpack, I began shoving in clothes – anything I could grab. I dug through the junk on the floor of my closet and found my stash – my life’s savings. I shoved it on top of my clothes. In the midst of this frenzy, I heard a soft knock on my door. "Tricia?" It was my mom. “What now?” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. She was just going to launch into another tirade. Her list of my shortcomings was endless, and I didn’t want to hear them anymore. I didn’t open the door; I climbed out my window, backpack in tow, grabbed my bike and took off for the bus station. Jeremy didn’t know I was coming. He’d be so surprised. I couldn’t wait to see him! We’ve been together for a year; but since his family moved to St. Louis four months ago, we haven’t seen each other. We haven’t even been able to talk much He'd made the varsity soccer team; and with all the games and practices, he hadn’t h...
Dang... don't leave us hanging like that! Was it really Sam? What was wrong? Was it as bad as she feared?
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